 | 1821 - 270 pàgines
...so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove : N ow drooping, woful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. One... | |
 | Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh - 1822 - 584 pàgines
...stanza : Him h\ve we seen the greenwood side along. Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping,...on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree ; Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ;... | |
 | 1824 - 450 pàgines
...stray'd, A stranger yet to pain, 1 feel the gales that from you blow A momentary bliss bestow. WEST SIDE. Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring...his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woful, wan, like one forlorn. Or crazed wish care, ur cross'd in hopeless love. One morn I miss'd him... | |
 | William Enfield - 1823 - 412 pàgines
...high, " His listless length at noontide would he stretch,. " And pore upon the brook that bubbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, " Mutt'ring...his wayward fancies he would rove; " Now drooping, woful, wan, like one forlorn, " Or craz'd with care, or cross' d in hopeless love. " One morn, I miss'd... | |
 | William Scott - 1823 - 396 pàgines
...so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the hrook that bubbles by. Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Mutt'ring...his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping-, woful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless lore. One morn I miss'd him... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1824 - 1062 pàgines
...wood, now srailing as in scorn. Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping woful wan, d tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Strait mine eye hath caught favourite tree. Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ; "... | |
 | William Collins, Thomas Gray, James Beattie, George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1824 - 478 pàgines
...high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. ' Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring...his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. ' One morn I miss'd... | |
 | Marie-Joseph Chénier - 1824 - 464 pàgines
...And pore upon the brook that babbles by. « Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, « Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove; «Now drooping, woeful-wan, like one forlorn, « Or craz' d with care , or cross' d in hopeless love, « One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, «... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1825 - 310 pàgines
...so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that bubbles by. Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Mutt'ring...his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woful, wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. One morn I miss'd him... | |
 | Marie-Joseph Chénier - 1824 - 464 pàgines
...And pore upon the brook that babbles by. « Hard by von wood, now smiling as in scorn, « Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove; «Now drooping,...craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. « One mom I miss' d him on the custom' cl hill, « Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; « Ànother... | |
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There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high. His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies... 
